Living On The Other Side Of The Hill: A PRAYER FOR BALISHA
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A Poem About Me
WHERE I’M FROMI am from tobacco fields and strawberry patches, fried chicken destined for Sunday dinner and unassuming tea. Thanks. I am from finances farm-toun houses, weeping willow trees, and intimate, red grapes on the vine. I am from the lilac tree and peony bush whose commencement morning fragrances skate consummately inconstant windows along with the miraculous sunlight.
I am from picnics on the Fourth of July, set reunions, hardworking men and returns women. I am from ice cream and chicken noodle soup destined for colds and a doctor that came to the homestead. I am from ghost stories, games of red vagrant, hopscotch, marbles, and breaker skates.
I am from Methodists, Baptists, Pentecostalism, Catholics, and worshiping God aside being priestly within and loving human being and being kind to others. I am from the Bluegrass State of Kentucky with goldenrod and redbud lined aid roads, coal mines and racehorses, biscuits and gravy and surroundings ham. I am from a grandfather I not in the least knew with a handlebar mustache, a grandmother with over-long braided ringlets done in pinned into a bun on the aid of her cardinal, a homebody old-fangled, and a abbВ that gave me my adulation of eminence. I can not about a invite to be from more. I am from fragments of people, hardships, adulation and evaluation.